PROTECT YOUR CHILDREN!

"I started off having a mommy that would polish my nails and a father that taught me how to ride a bike. But when I was walking home from school at ten years old two men grabbed me. My life was never the same after that day. I remember fighting for my life, but I was not strong enough to get away. I remember waking up in a hotel room, with all my clothes off while men were looking at me. I was so afraid as tears rolled down my eyes. My head was pounding and everything seemed like it was spiraling around. I was hoping it was a bad dream, but it was one of the worse days of my life. One of the men decided to buy me from the man that kidnapped me. I remembered him grabbing me by my waist and saying, “I will have to break her in before I make a penny off of her.” I soon found out what he meant that next morning. I was beat so bad, because I refused to do what he wanted me to do at first. I remember one of the girls telling me if I wanted to live I better obey. I wanted to live and be back in my parents’ arms so I obeyed.  I’m still to shame to say what I had to do for at least six years until I escaped.

You would think it was all greasy, fat, and old men that took advantage of me from the age 10 to 17. It was only a few of those type, but it was mostly nice looking husbands, doctors, lawyers, preachers, famous entertainers, and much more. I would tell them my age, hoping they would help me, but they all would ignore me. I found myself hating my long curly hair, skin color, beautiful face, and shapely body. I was always selected from a large group of girls to do the things your could never imagine.

Then one day a man that was very high picked me up and we got into a bad car accident on our way to one of those expensive hotels I was usually in at least 3 to 5 times a day.  I ended up in the hospital for about 2 weeks. I told my story to one of the nurses that I came to trust there. She reminded me of a friend that was beat to death for refusing to do what our snatcher asked her to do. She was very kind and called me baby liked my mother use to call me. I was always crying when she would come in my hospital room. The first few times she asked me what was wrong I was too afraid to tell her because of the many threats my snatcher told me. He told me over and over again he would kill my entire family. He even had pictures of my family to prove to me he was not playing.

I finally told her and my life changed for the best plus 6 of my friends became free and a few of the men ended up in jail. I gain at least 250 pounds and I’m happy to say I’m no longer beautiful. I don’t have to worry about being picked up by any man.  I don’t have to worry about a man looking at my body anymore. They no longer call for me. I will never have to worry about being picked from a group of women. No man looks at me. My relationship with my parents now is not good, because when I first went home I blamed them for not finding me. I was very rebellious because they were trying to treat me like the 10-year-old shy girl they remembered. I was a completely different person. I was very unhealthy and still in the process of healing. I’m afraid to be alone. I will not allow a man to touch me. I’m too afraid to go to football, basketball, golf games, concerts, plays, or hotels because that’s where the men would always take me. Some would try to give me flowers but I would throw them away the second they left the room. I never fell in love and will never allow myself too.

Parents please never let your children walk home alone! I don’t care what type of area you live in. I lived in a very small and beautiful neighborhood. The men that grabbed me were driving a Benz, which was the types of cars many of my neighbors had parked in their yards. It was not a black or white van with no windows. It can happen to anyone so don’t assume it won’t happen to you. I find myself crying a lot, there are days I wished my snatcher had killed me, I only have a 5^th grade education, and I don’t trust anyone.  Some days are good and some days are terrible. Today is one of my good days because I hope my story save another child’s life. I want to thank my friend Michelle for helping me write my story. I would not have been able to do it without her."

Tammy

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